Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 171

In a corner of the banquet hall, Phoenix Prescott sat lazily against the sofa like a detached spectator, the red wine in her glass swirling gently.

Whether it was Alistair's scheming, Julian's collusion with Mavis, or Phoebe's little performance, nothing escaped her predatory gaze. The smile on her lips deepened significantly when she saw Julian and Mavis leave together.

"Felix."

"Ms. Prescott, what are your orders?" Felix Fletcher immediately leaned in, his attitude thoroughly respectful.

Phoenix shifted slightly and whispered a few words into his ear.

Felix's eyes lit up, and a knowing smirk spread across his face. "Don't worry, Ms. Prescott. I'm an expert at this kind of thing."

Phoenix rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Just go."

Yolanda Young stood nearby, completely lost, her heart pounding with anxious energy. "Ms. Prescott, I... I want to help you do something too."

"Not right now." Phoenix gave her a calm, fleeting glance, yet her tone carried an undeniable authority. "I know you're eager to prove yourself. But it's not time for you to draw your blade just yet."

Yolanda blinked in surprise before nodding solemnly. "Understood."

"Oh, Macy is here."

Phoenix lifted her gaze, noticing a sudden commotion ripple through the crowd ahead.

A woman in a fiery red evening gown was striding over, wearing gold stilettos and carrying a silver haute couture clutch. She looked absolutely stunning, drawing everyone's attention like a magnet.

It was the CEO of Ignis Global, Macy Monroe.

Despite her humble background and lack of aristocratic ties, she had single-handedly forged Ignis Global into a heavyweight corporate titan in Cloudhaven using her ruthless tactics and brilliant strategies. Now, countless wealthy elites flocked to her, begging for a slice of the pie in her emerging projects.

"Ms. Monroe, you look absolutely radiant tonight, like the moon outshining the stars."

"Ms. Monroe, would you care for a drink? I'm from the Quincy Family, and I was hoping for a chance to..."

"Ms. Monroe..."

Faced with the endless flattery, a flash of impatience crossed Macy's eyes. She completely ignored the offered glasses and business cards, sweeping her sharp gaze over the room until it locked onto Phoenix.

Instantly, the ice in her demeanor melted.

"Phoenix!"

The area around Pierce had become a low-pressure vacuum—prestigious, but so dangerous that no one dared to casually step into it.

"Pierce!!"

Just then, a bright voice broke the tension. Meredith Miller strode right over.

Everyone's hearts leaped into their throats, and they broke into a cold sweat for the Miller heiress. The Reaper of Cloudhaven was notorious for hating women; any female who dared to get close usually ended up with a disastrous outcome.

However, a bizarre scene unfolded.

Meredith's approach didn't set off this ticking time bomb. The previously tense line of Pierce's jaw actually softened visibly.

Caspian immediately rolled his eyes. Just hearing his wife's friend call his name was enough to make this living Reaper abandon his principles?

Oh, Pierce, keep pretending. When you finally realize your true feelings, don't come crying to me to teach you how to chase your wife!

"Pierce, why are you hiding over here like a mushroom? You're Phoenix's legal husband, you two should be locked together at the hip." Meredith had a bold personality; maybe she was spoiled by Phoenix, or perhaps in her eyes, since they had a marriage certificate, he was family.

With that, she fearlessly stepped behind the terrifying Ninth and shoved him forward.